Fatboy getting into trouble... errr... I mean pantlegs.
Fatboy on Georgi. Literally.
A little about Fatboy...
Fatboy showed up one day on my front porch when I lived in Oregon in 1994. He was a healthy little kitten about 8 weeks old. I had a heck of a time catching him. Finally I just opened up a can of tuna set it out in front of me, about 20 of my roommates cats crowded around the can. Fatboy never even noticed I was there (I don't think he could see me through all the cats). I reached down and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and he started to fight to get away, I had to catch him on my knee and he bit 4 little holes in my knee. I fed him a can of cat food and he ate the whole can. He looked like he had swallowed a baseball. I brought him back to CA with me and he's grown into a friendly cat that likes to be petted, but not picked up. He has a super purr and is always happy clawing.
